The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain stopped. I stood on the porch. The wet leaves glistened. Black. Still. My name is Elias. I am a captain. Or I was. The badge is gone. The coat hangs on the hook. It smells of damp wool and old fear. Margaret is inside. She is making tea. The kettle sings. A high, thin note. It cuts the air. I watch the road. No cars. No dogs. Just the mud. The mud is thick. It clings to the boots. It...

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